One, Two, Three: The Only Bread I Can Remember
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I can hold exactly one baking ratio in my head, and I learned it from a stranger on the internet while covered in flour.
Journal
Essays, recipes and photographs, posted whenever something is worth keeping.
Notes From a Very Blue Afternoon
The Pixel
Thirty-six frames of the same lighthouse, and one of my thumb.
A Saturday at the Market
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Six pictures from the one hour of the week when I am a person who plans meals.
The Case for Owning Four Mugs
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Four is the number of people who will ever fit in this kitchen, and the number of days a mug survives before I wash it.
On Walking Slowly Behind Your Parents
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At some point you stop leading the way and start carrying the bags.
Why I Watch Other People’s Photo Walks
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There is a whole corner of the internet where people walk around a city with an old camera and very little happens. I find it deeply...
How to Drink Coffee Outside in November
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Wear the wrong coat, walk to the bench anyway, and hold the cup with both hands.
Books in the Wrong Light
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I keep trying to photograph the books I love, and they keep looking like furniture.
A Day of Bookshops, Seen From My Sofa
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I have a weakness for videos of people walking slowly around bookshops, which is a sentence I never expected to write in public.
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